A/N: Hope you like this chapter! I wrote it sort of quick, so please disregard any misspellings. Enjoy!
"Ginny, why do you look like someone just kicked you in the head?" asked Harry, pulling the "Concerned Boyfriend" card. This time I didn't yell at him for it, I was too much in shock.
"George is dancing with Charlie Jackson…Going into 6th year next term."
Ron broke away from his snogging session with Hermione. "George is dancing with a GUY?!" he yelled bewilderedly. Hermione hit him on the arm.
"No, you idiot. Charlie, short for Charlotte, right?" she said with the air of one very exasperated. I nodded.
"Right…that makes sense…" said Ron, looking like an idiot who just realized he was an idiot. Which he is. But that's not important right now.
"Wait, did you say she was in 6th year?" asked Harry.
"Erm…yes, I did
"Meaning she's only about 16?" concluded Hermione.
"Yeah, and George is 20." I stated a bit pointlessly. I tended to voice my thoughts without noticing I do.
"This is going to be strange. Should we talk to them, or let them find out on their own?" asked Ron as he scratched his head.
"I think they just realized, because he kind of looks embarrassed, and she looks a bit confused. I'm going to go talk to Jane, maybe she'll know how to handle this."
"Oh my god…That's George Weasley! How the heck did I not realize that before. Oh man…" as I said this, I ran up to Aly and dragged her away from her dancing partner.
"What the…?"
"Aly, I need to talk to you. Right. NOW." I turned to the guy she was dancing with. "Excuse me, dude, I'm sure you're going to be very sexually frustrated because I'm taking her away from you, but please, I need her more than you do." He looked confused with a touch of horny. "Wait, no that came out wrong. Oh, forget it." I dragged Aly over to where we were before, the spot where George and Charlie couldn't see us but we could see them.
"Aly, that is George Weasley."
"So?"
"He is 20 years old."
"So?"
"HE IS 4 YEARS OLDER THAN CHARLIE AND THEY ARE DANCING."
"So?"
"Aly…You are not reacting correctly."
"Well, I'm not a prude like you are."
I hit her on the head. "First of all, I am not a prude, second of all, he's of age. We are not. Charlie is dancing with him. He's way older."
"What, you think he's going to grab her boobs or something? He's George Weasley. He does have a little sister. He's not gonna do anything to Charlie, she'll be FINE. He's from a really nice family, and he does not have the history of being a womanizer. CHARLIE IS A BIG GIRL. SHE WILL BE FINE." Aly was shaking me by my shoulders as she said this. The entire time she said this. She wouldn't stop shaking me until I responded.
"Well, now that you're done rattling my brains, I have time to process what you said, Aly." I said indignantly.
"Well, process faster because Ginny's coming over. And…George and Charlie look completely confused with a touch of not happy in any way, shape or form. Oh, look Charlie ran away. She's really good at that, isnt she. Looks like she's headed for the bathroom again."
"Shut up, Aly."
"George? Hi!" I said happily. I didn't know it'd be someone I knew, however awkward it would end up being.
"H-hi?" His response did not seem good.
"Do you…Do you know who I am?" I asked, instantly wishing I didn't.
"Erm, well, you see, I recognize you. I really do. I just…I don't remember names well. I swear, I'm completely hopeless with names. It's not you."
I laughed. "Oh, I'm Charlie – Charlotte, really, Charlie's my nickname – Jackson. I'm going into 6th year at Hogwarts."
He still looked puzzled. "I live near you and Luna…I used to hang out with Ginny at the Burrow when we were kids?"
His eyes flickered with realization. "Charlotte Jackson?! Now I remember you! My mom used to take care of you whenever your parents went out! But back then you were called Lottie!" I cringed at the childish nickname. He noticed. "I see it's Charlie now. Now I get it. But…Wait. You're still at Hogwarts."
"Yes…"
"I'm 20…" Then it hit me.
"Oh…Oh my I – you – um – We – Aw, jeez. Um…I've gotta go…Polish my…Shoes?" And just like that, I ran off to the bathroom. Yes, I realize that probably wasn't the best idea, but what else is a girl to do?
"George?" I heard the girl say. I recognized her face from somewhere, I knew it. I just couldn't place her. I decided I would settle for a hello and leave it at that.
Unfortunately, my hello decided to stutter and turn into a nervous, "H-hi?" I didn't mean to make it sound like a question, it just sort of …did.
"Do you…Do you know who I am?" She asked looking hurt. I immediately tried to right my mistake. Of course, that means I ramble on about nothing while trying to make sense and miserably failing.
"Erm, well, you see, I recognize you. I really do. I just…I don't remember names. I swear, I'm completely hopeless with names." She looked lost. "It's not you." Wow. Could I sound anymore pathetic? I really cannot hold my ground when it comes to girls.
I heard her laugh and I snapped out of my I'm-so-stupid thoughts.
"Oh, I'm Charlie – Charlotte, really, Charlie's my nickname – Jackson. I'm going into 6th year at Hogwarts" I had no idea who she was still. The last time I'd been at Hogwarts she'd have been a third year, only 13.
"I live near you and Luna…I used to hang out with Ginny at the Burrow when we were kids?" Then it clicked. My mom used to watch her when we were little.
"Charlotte Jackson?!" She looked at me funny. Oh damn, I thought, I said that out loud didn't I. So I just continued.
"Now I remember you! My mom used to take care of you whenever your parents went out! But back then you were called Lottie!" I saw her face go from contentment to utmost horror. I assumed it had to do with the nickname.
"I see it's Charlie now. Now I get it. But…Wait. You're still at Hogwarts." The thought hit me very unpleasantly like a well aimed kick at Mrs. Norris.
"Yes.."
"I'm 20…" I said sadly. I really liked her too. This is like cradle snatching. I'm 4 years older…
She seemed to realize what I was implying.
"Oh…Oh my I – you – um – We – Aw, jeez. Um…I've gotta go…Polish my…Shoes?" And she ran off.
Polishing shoes? Am I really that unpleasant?
A/N: Well, that's that! I'll try to have the next chapter out as soon as I can, but I have double sessions of soccer for the rest of the week, and then school next week, so the updates might take a lot longer. Oh, and a review would be much appreciated.
